Forgotten Love
Loneliness is the vacuum; in which I live;
a place where old folks dwell;
although I still have so much love to give;
I exist in this vacuous hell.
When I go to work; I’m just the old man;
a puzzle for others to solve;
I try to be normal; and do what I can;
I’m a mystery; none can resolve.
When I return home; darkness flows in;
an empty house isn’t a home;
sometimes I don’t know where to begin;
hell is becoming alone.
With others I often feel out of place;
I am only a once empty chair;
I’m a fifth wheel; taking up space;
no one really knows I’m there.
It’s not that others don’t care about me;
it’s that they have other things to do;
nearly everyone has lost the eyes to see;
and I’ve simply become out of view.
In the hour of darkness; I am most needed;
for darkness makes us all feel alone;
in darkness our vision becomes impeded;
and I just continue to roam.
All these are the children of God, begotten;
I am God’s gift, handed down from above;
I am now lonely, discarded and forgotten;
for I am the Master’s love.
Monty 12/27/24. # 2,538